Every cloud has a silver lining,
Like today, morning,
At the hour of six, morning twilight
As my gunea fouls,
Begun to ululate,
By my window,
Demanding some grains of rice..
Then thier kulu kulu song,
For they would detaste,
Any feeding, without thier kulu kulu song…
The chicken gathered behind,
With the red rooster taking the lead,
After crowing thrice at six,
Denying me some sleep..
I loathed…!
But i like you Mr rooster,
For you edifice my role,
In your kraal…
Then my hound Kakwitsi begun to bark,
Barking in salutation for its master,
Like that dog, that ate the heart ,
Of its master, in the folk story,
When the foretold Mparambwe,
Appeared through his wife,
To eat him in his sleep!
I begun my day, with the brisk walk,
Then rolled to the gym, via Naalya valley,
Where i found Jean,
And Gill, warming up by the gym side,
The two smiled,
Then i reached by the back straightener,
That moves your lower part, and torso,
Up and down,
Like in a jig saw,
What a gym show!
There was this 20’something girl,
With clear white eyes,
As the father or some lad,
Seemed behind this early brunch!
I oogled,
Like an eagle,
Swallowing its ego.
With a waspy waist,
She swang up and down,
Often making stop-overs,
To catch my eye,
My mouth twitched, twice or thrice,
As i sweated prefusedly!
Will she think iam weak?
Then came mama Tisha,
The lady whose future,
Was clearly and heavily, behind!!
Bang! Bang!
She was on the heaviest machine,
And pulley, pulling apart, and aside…
I pulled out,
For she saw,
The misplaced bottle,
On the battle
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